Surprise Thursday post!
As followers of this blog will know, I’ve taken a break from blogging for this month to work on NaNoWriMo. Writing a novel is a lot of work, so I’ve been posting teasers of my work every week until I finish it. Before I say anything else, let me say this. This book is good: I’m really, really excited to get it published.
But writing this book has given me a weird insight, one that every comedian and funny writer in the world will probably want to slap me for. Guys, humor is hard.
I don’t really consider myself a funny person. I did go through a period in fourth grade where I wanted to be a comedian, but that baffled most of my friends and family: I was an incredibly serious child. Even now, my humor is mainly self-depreciating or founded deeply in absurdity, of which there is no shortage in my life. So when I sit down to write a funny book, I come up blank. I don’t know how to put in gags like “What’s wrong with being drunk?/You ask a glass of water!” or “Bring me a shrubbery” or any of the classics. I’m convinced I’m already at a disadvantage: I’m not British.
What challenges are you all facing in your novels? What’s the hardest part of whatever you’re writing right now?